Lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, but makes love affairs exciting for a time.
Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.
A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.
Inequality is a fact. Equality is a value.
Truth is a necessary phantom.
Not romance but companionship makes the happiness of daily life.